"Ah," Amberdrake tilted his head a little to one side, watching the young man intently for a moment. Then he smiled, again, at the snort. "If you ever wish to talk about it to someone, I'll offer my ear. That's what I actually do for a living; I am a... therapist, of sorts."

Yes, of sorts. Gods, but he needed a better way to describe what he was!

"...Though that word grossly over-simplifies what I do. Kestra'chern just doesn't translate very well, no matter how I try it."